He’d sprinkled light chatter into her first flight and helped her relax into unfamiliar surroundings. She shouldn’t be talking to him, shouldn’t be conversing like they were friends, but she’d become warmed by his conversation. The man grinned at her, and the sight was so unfamiliar her chest tippy-tapped with the slightest case of arrhythmia. They weren’t in awe of tiny houses below or the unending curve of barely visible roads. Everyone around her seemed to take the view for granted. Soaring above the clouds was invigorating. She peered over her shoulder and smiled at the elderly man seated beside her. Too damn long dreaming of what it would be like to breathe without restriction. Her heart pounded with the erratic beat of excitement, and her palms were sticky with sweat. An unfamiliar world drifted by the window as her plane taxied into the Richmond, Virginia airport.įinally, she was free, alone, and able to grasp independence with both hands, even though those betraying body parts trembled in her lap. Alana Shelton sucked in a deep breath and relaxed into her seat.
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